Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore

If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.

Mercy, pity, and peace, Are the world's release.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!

Rome & Greece swept Art into their maw & destroy'd it; a Warlike State never can produce Art. It will Rob & Plunder & accumulate into one place, & Translate & Copy & Buy & Sell & Criticize, but not Make.

Opposition is true friendship.